Luyện nghe bài hát Do Ya Thing

I'm a bad of a boy in the sky
With a cap on his and a knot in his tie
I'm the light in the mall when the power is
A in a corner
Just along!
I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling
But if I get a car
A moment to
Because I know if I ever living with you

got a holding chain
And you don't know to do!
stop!

You do it
But you know what you doin' baby

You wanna it,
But you don't know you're feeling tonight!
And if you're
And I don't know what you're thinking

You go on
And you make it alright!

I'm impregnable, incredible, the of quo
I'm a late writer, not a heart and soul
I got Saturday night, enough's been
If I had to do it,
Well, you I wouldn't care
I'd get down, I'm loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the message is
I never a ray ,a knot in sight
And if you can't partake, you get 'em
You get a

You do it
But you don't know what you doin'

You wanna it,
But you know what you're feeling tonight!
And if thinking
And I don't know what you're baby

You go on
And you gonna it alright!

Every we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be if we were just normal people, yeah
so hard to act like we don't care
But true, you do, nothing is left
So I I'm right!

New word, onomatopoeia...
acting like you don't wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped leap year
Glock and a glove, you really wanna leave me, a...lone, get off, go'n, go'n.
OK, OK, OK back to the happy
Rap nuttin' but an auto toned pitch
My look pretty up there, ridin' it
My pants, my solid future ...
Asinine ass, and a coochie
I'm an outcast, but into me
Summer got mad cause Winter me
That juicy fruit, that
Generation X on de bloop
Get out, or get duked-duked
Er'rybody hit the floor, we the roof, Ha!
a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, lame, man
Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he rap enough"
But y'all rap a lot and I'm "Wrap it up, hoe"
Ye ain' Scarface, ye Willie D,
Ye Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me
Better play yo ma'fuckin' mama,
Bet you stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama
Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my
In the daytime I swear, I
Dare a nigger say som', a nigga face off
How blacks don't play baseball?
Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly
I stay finna off

Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you Tang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana

Bet it up, erupts,
A lava language, and the volcanic
If it fix, don't broke it, don't panic
If it ain't this, it ain't shit,
If it this, it ain't dope, it don't flush
If it ain't hip, it hop, well then hush
Man, sound like
Man, stole yo
Man, they like
Nope it us.

Ah, Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang, do ya
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Ye ain't fresh juice, nigga, you that Tang

time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people,
Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I care)
But it's true, you do, nothing is
So I I'm right!

the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, got no patience!
Oh, all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!